Cuyahoga

Cuyahoga Slow moving tepid pools Fish leap to catch their meals Birds dive to catch the fish Rapids filled with children flow down river White water where people play Rocks the size of small buildings line your shore Caves and caverns echo your heartbeat They look down into a valley millions of years old The floor of an ocean that covered the world Ancient natives worshipped your power Praying to you for what you could provide Their homes can still be seen in the cliffs Below homes made of wood, brick and glass Drawings of the deer who drank on your shore Char of fires that cooked the food you provided still marks the ceilings Those ancient peoples are long gone People still ply your water Some for relaxation Some for sport Others, pairs of people float your currents to find love It is not your beauty It is not your history that you will be known by You will be eternally known by what man has done to you His poisons gave you your name You will be known only as the river whose waters caught fire Until someone, anyone remembers what you have to offer